Friday, August 04, 2006
Snatch
Last night, as a way to wind down to the bank holiday weekend, The Snatch comedy improv paid a visit to the studio in the 11 hour. It was something different for Cork Talks Back and a nice way to start off the long weekend! What follows are a few vids and pics. Enjoy! Dont forget we ARE on the air Bank Holiday Sunday witha Get it Off Your Chest Sunday!
Thursday, August 03, 2006
MTV was re-christened Mainstream TV last night by some of the listeners. And quite rightly so too. Ive been an MTV fan from as far back as I can remember, while sometimes thats as good as a week, Ive grown up with it. We never had MTV in the house when I was younger, due to the oul Southcoast crowd not broadcasting it. There was always light at the end of the tunnel though. When I made it to secondary school, I made friends with a few lads from Douglas / Rochestown. They were so better off than me that they had cable, or Multi Channel as it was back then. That meant one thing, MTV. It was MTV that Im sure showed me scantily clad, gyrating women. For that I am indebted to them. But lads almighty, what has gone wrong in the last couple of years. Theres no more bloody music videos on MTV, if you want that you have to go to one of the other MTV music channels. Maybe its the principal of the thing, that if you turn on a channel known as Music Television, you'd expect music videos. The last thing one expects is some spoilt rotten little 15 year old, B$%ch roaring the Mansion down because daddy wont let her have a herd of elephants piloted by chimpanzees dressed in 3 piece suits, playing guitars.
I applaud the parents on this show, who dont give in to their little darlings mad demands. The ones who give in though, and provide the elephants and chimps with guitars should be taken into the middle of some jungle to live with a tribe of chimpanzees. Im sure the chimps will provide a banjo at the least. Meanwhile the little miss, will soon be evicted because the mortgage wont be paid, the phone will be cut off as will everything else. Then with nowhere to go, she'll wander off around the place and thankfully disappear into oblivion. My super sweet disappearing act!!!!
Anyways, thats my lot for today, meetings and other things are on the agenda from 5. Check out the show later on for the usual madness and bedlam AND something different to boot. The Snatch improv comedy troupe will be in the studio, looking for a script of sorts and direction from YOU!!!!
I applaud the parents on this show, who dont give in to their little darlings mad demands. The ones who give in though, and provide the elephants and chimps with guitars should be taken into the middle of some jungle to live with a tribe of chimpanzees. Im sure the chimps will provide a banjo at the least. Meanwhile the little miss, will soon be evicted because the mortgage wont be paid, the phone will be cut off as will everything else. Then with nowhere to go, she'll wander off around the place and thankfully disappear into oblivion. My super sweet disappearing act!!!!
Anyways, thats my lot for today, meetings and other things are on the agenda from 5. Check out the show later on for the usual madness and bedlam AND something different to boot. The Snatch improv comedy troupe will be in the studio, looking for a script of sorts and direction from YOU!!!!
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
FNR
Last night saw our Ride For Life campaign being put on the back burner. I am confident that we dont need to be encouraging the Cork public to be concieving in the car park any more. I believe they have got the message, and the City is well on the way to coming level at the least, with the population of the county. Im not asking for any medals or anything, Im just glad we were able to help. Roll on the next Census.
The Feed Nicole Richie campaign kicked off officially this morning, as Im sure you can see with the official posters below this text. Years ago when I was younger, ok many moons ago, my mother always thought me an important message. She said that I should never inquire to friends, as to what they had for dinner. She concluded by saying it was rude. So for the last 30 years I have never once asked anyone what they ate for breakfast, lunch or dinner. I concede that I did ask Dave Mac on occasion what he consumed, but this was for show purposes. Today, for the first time, I asked myself "What does Nicole Richie eat for dinner?" After much deliberating and even soul searching I came up with an answer. I know most of you are saying she doesnt eat anything and you are all WRONG. Nicole Richie does eat, and like most of us, she eats the wrong things. How Ms. Richie can sit down to a big plate full of air, and think its healthy is beyond me. Yes folks, she eats. While it may be air, of varying degrees, she does eat. With my Feed Nicole Richie campaign, my aim is to ensure she eats normal food. Junk food or otherwise. Hopefully all the donations will provide Nicole with a quarter pounder with cheese as opposed to her daily canister of compressed air. The benefits of being so thin are far and few between. Ive never been at a party with Nicole Richie in attendance, but I wouldnt mind attending one in the future. Id imagine she'd be impossible to get close to due to her plethora of party tricks. Party goers would be queing up to open their bottles of beer off her hip bones. When that got boring, Nicole would bend down and revlers would simply open their beer off her shoulder blades. My FNR campaign may or may not work. Chances are it wont, but if the Goal or Trocaire people are reading this, why not drop off a box of that plumpy nut mush to Beverley Hills. The even more ironic thing is that, Nicole is American and its the first time Ive heard of a hungry yank.
Besides the posters, the FNR campaign has also an official wallpaper for your desktop. Simply click on the image, Save As and set it as your wallpaper!
The Feed Nicole Richie campaign kicked off officially this morning, as Im sure you can see with the official posters below this text. Years ago when I was younger, ok many moons ago, my mother always thought me an important message. She said that I should never inquire to friends, as to what they had for dinner. She concluded by saying it was rude. So for the last 30 years I have never once asked anyone what they ate for breakfast, lunch or dinner. I concede that I did ask Dave Mac on occasion what he consumed, but this was for show purposes. Today, for the first time, I asked myself "What does Nicole Richie eat for dinner?" After much deliberating and even soul searching I came up with an answer. I know most of you are saying she doesnt eat anything and you are all WRONG. Nicole Richie does eat, and like most of us, she eats the wrong things. How Ms. Richie can sit down to a big plate full of air, and think its healthy is beyond me. Yes folks, she eats. While it may be air, of varying degrees, she does eat. With my Feed Nicole Richie campaign, my aim is to ensure she eats normal food. Junk food or otherwise. Hopefully all the donations will provide Nicole with a quarter pounder with cheese as opposed to her daily canister of compressed air. The benefits of being so thin are far and few between. Ive never been at a party with Nicole Richie in attendance, but I wouldnt mind attending one in the future. Id imagine she'd be impossible to get close to due to her plethora of party tricks. Party goers would be queing up to open their bottles of beer off her hip bones. When that got boring, Nicole would bend down and revlers would simply open their beer off her shoulder blades. My FNR campaign may or may not work. Chances are it wont, but if the Goal or Trocaire people are reading this, why not drop off a box of that plumpy nut mush to Beverley Hills. The even more ironic thing is that, Nicole is American and its the first time Ive heard of a hungry yank.
Besides the posters, the FNR campaign has also an official wallpaper for your desktop. Simply click on the image, Save As and set it as your wallpaper!
Monday, July 31, 2006
Hoody
We were so busy with Get it off your Chest last night, that I didnt manage to get anything off my Chest. Yesterday afternoon, I was driving home from another tasty Sunday lunch cooked by my mother. A Honda Civic (what else!!!) was driving in front of me, manned by 5 "lads". Those of you who didnt stay in bed all day yesterday, due to a bad night before, will have been well aware of how humid the place was. In the back of the Civic (again I say what else?) were 3 lads, all more or less sitting too close to each other. One was wearing a hoody, with the hood up, in the back of a Honda Civic. It made me laugh, normally its the driver that has the hood up, in a Honda Civic (What else). In my miniscule collection of clothing there are at least 1 hoody. I wear it now and again, and on occasion, when its bucketing down I put the hood up. I have alot of time on my hands, and I spent the best part of the last 24 hours, quandering over why some "lad" would want to wear a hoody, with the hood up in the back of a Civic. The Civic has long been the staple insurance struggle for the boy racer, not car enthusiast. The wearing of ones hood in an upright manner, in the back of a Civic, may well be percieved to be cool amongst the 18" spinning rim, 92 Opel Corsa owners. So for Christs sake, if theres any other "lads" out there who enjoy wearing a hoody, with the hood up in a car, make sure your the bloody driver.
On Saturday afternoon I took a trip to Mallow, with the loved one. After wandering around I have to say I was suitably impressed. Parts of Mallow have been completely redeveloped, in particular where the Pizza Hut and Subway are. The only problem was, when we decided that it was time to embark on the journey home, I took a wrong turn. Now I know some of you are saying "How hard can it be to get back to Cork city from Mallow?" Its simple really. I took a wrong turn and ended up on the Dairygold raceway. It wasnt long though, before I realised I was on the right road to Cork, but I might never see Shandon again. 2 Dairygold trucks had the foot to the floor, nearly wiping me and some other hapless motorists off the road. All in a 50kmh zone. I dont know whether they had a bet on, their dinner was getting cold or if they had left the emersion on (inspired joke from Desmod Bishop). Dont trucks have limiters? Either way, Im not sure who won the race, but the milk they were carrying would have been turned into a nice buttery like substance.
On Saturday afternoon I took a trip to Mallow, with the loved one. After wandering around I have to say I was suitably impressed. Parts of Mallow have been completely redeveloped, in particular where the Pizza Hut and Subway are. The only problem was, when we decided that it was time to embark on the journey home, I took a wrong turn. Now I know some of you are saying "How hard can it be to get back to Cork city from Mallow?" Its simple really. I took a wrong turn and ended up on the Dairygold raceway. It wasnt long though, before I realised I was on the right road to Cork, but I might never see Shandon again. 2 Dairygold trucks had the foot to the floor, nearly wiping me and some other hapless motorists off the road. All in a 50kmh zone. I dont know whether they had a bet on, their dinner was getting cold or if they had left the emersion on (inspired joke from Desmod Bishop). Dont trucks have limiters? Either way, Im not sure who won the race, but the milk they were carrying would have been turned into a nice buttery like substance.
Friday, July 28, 2006
Another Friday rolls in!
Another week over, another pay packet arrives in the bank and another load of bills sorted out (I hope). Its been a long week for some reason or another, that I cant be bothered delving into. This is the first weekend in I dont know how long that theres not some "social gathering" going on, be that weddings, dinner parties or funerals. Im looking forward to just doing nothing. Speaking of, theres a humid cloud in the house, almost like the volcanic one that was in Pompei.
That Friday feeling, yes the one thats endorsed by Cadbury, doesnt seem to be around today. The whole place seems grey, as a matter of fact it feels like a November Thursday. Maybe its me, but walking around Midleton earlier on, the vibe seems to be the same. I havent heard or looked at the news today, so maybe some major head of state somewhere has been caught without a parachute on a parachute jump, and we're all mourning. The previously mentioned humid cloud is after penetrating my head, more than likley through my nostrils. Is it the idiotic drivers around East Cork? One I came across today, seemed to think he was driving some form of road going Airbus. He obviously needed 2 lanes for the wings of his pothole pounding aircraft. Im sure the wings hit the walls around Fota. Maybe its the tourists meandering around the place, with the "Oh Its Ireland, its gonna be wet" look upon their faces. If they wanted bloody sunshine, they should have went where the entire population of Cork goes....Santa Ponsa.
The one saving grace of today so far, was the Ninety Nine Knights demo for the 360, on Xbox Live. There is a staggering amount of action in this game, with more things running around than in the vast pubic regions of brothel employees. The thing is tough though, I can only last about 5 minutes in the game. Just as well Im not in that brothel then. At least the game is free.
Anyway, Im going off to be more miserable! Have a good weekend, and dont forget Get it off your chest Sunday, this Sunday from 10
Oh yeah, one last thing...
That Friday feeling, yes the one thats endorsed by Cadbury, doesnt seem to be around today. The whole place seems grey, as a matter of fact it feels like a November Thursday. Maybe its me, but walking around Midleton earlier on, the vibe seems to be the same. I havent heard or looked at the news today, so maybe some major head of state somewhere has been caught without a parachute on a parachute jump, and we're all mourning. The previously mentioned humid cloud is after penetrating my head, more than likley through my nostrils. Is it the idiotic drivers around East Cork? One I came across today, seemed to think he was driving some form of road going Airbus. He obviously needed 2 lanes for the wings of his pothole pounding aircraft. Im sure the wings hit the walls around Fota. Maybe its the tourists meandering around the place, with the "Oh Its Ireland, its gonna be wet" look upon their faces. If they wanted bloody sunshine, they should have went where the entire population of Cork goes....Santa Ponsa.
The one saving grace of today so far, was the Ninety Nine Knights demo for the 360, on Xbox Live. There is a staggering amount of action in this game, with more things running around than in the vast pubic regions of brothel employees. The thing is tough though, I can only last about 5 minutes in the game. Just as well Im not in that brothel then. At least the game is free.
Anyway, Im going off to be more miserable! Have a good weekend, and dont forget Get it off your chest Sunday, this Sunday from 10
Oh yeah, one last thing...
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